Sirry, or: Selious

The blogger sat before his screen
        Pressing his fingers 'pon the keys
Eyes staring back towards the sheen
        Familiar stiffness in his knees

By moonless night he saw himself
        Glasses reflecting man-made light
Books stretched behind him 'pon the shelf
        Twink-twinkling stars, thin halos bright

Floating about through bits and bytes
        As neurons 'lectric pulses shot
Red sparks burst into boundless lights
        'long wires, twisting, burning hot

He could not feel his back upright
        Nor hear the beating in his chest
His wireless mind saw sight 'pon sight
        And data points did swift digest

Each word he formed drifted through space
        Networking ev'ry flitting thought
White narrow beam lit faceless face
        As curious new signals wrought

Beeps sounded from the motherboard 
        Seat empty basked in flickering gleam
Lines flowing forth would stay unheard
        For none could hear the soundless scream

Today, for d’Verse’s “Open Link Night”, I’d like to share a poem that I wrote last September, less than half a year after creating this blog.

This poem is one I am fond of, but I would probably have given it a different title if I had written it today because to me it feels somehow disconnected from the verses below it…

68 thoughts on “Sirry, or: Selious”

  1. Seriously felt as if the blogger was going to be consumed by the computer 🤣…. Really relatable poem, a wonderful work of art David. It flowed really well 😊

    1. Aww… Thanks, Amirah – you got it exactly ~ I was trying to get the image of a blogger being consumed by his computer across to the reader 😀

      Yours,
      David

  2. Oh, David, I like this one! Such great form and the story woven throughout is wonderful. What mindless creatures we have become, looking at our bytes and bits and flashes of light! Well done!
    Dwight

    1. Rosliw, thank you so much ❤

      You know, it's a funny thing – I didn't originally intend for this to be sci-fi – I was trying to describe my lived experience in a metaphorical way… and, also, I originally wanted the poem to have a more humorous tone, but it just refused to go in that direction… and, well, this is the final product 🙂

      Sincerely,
      David

      1. Cool! I, too, often think of my experience from moment to moment as that of a robot prioritizing subroutines and executing functions—which can be painfully difficult when my one-track mind is forced to stop what I’m doing and respond to a separate situation. If I had to work with customers in store, I would probably go crazy in five minutes.

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